On dog nights, the cement bridge at the entrance of the alley, that is, the "foreign bridge", was full of people. Yangqiao is really the best place to go on a summer night. There was no wind in the patio, no wind in the alley, however, there was on the bridge. The wind is very small, only a wisp of it, but it is the wind after all, but it is doubly precious, and when it glides over the body, it is extremely cool, almost a small surprise. Most of the people who came to the bridge were children and young people, and it was very crowded. The bridge is actually very narrow, only as wide as three prefabricated slabs, and the bridge deck is actually stuffed when lying on people. But it doesn't matter, it doesn't affect pedestrians. People who enjoy the cool all lean their heads on one side, and the other side is full of legs, and there is a gap between the legs anyway, so those who walk should be careful to step over. It doesn't affect walking at all. People lie on the bridge deck, talking while mosquitoes bite them, and then look up at the starry sky. The starry sky in the dog days is so beautiful, the night sky is exceptionally clear, and every star is as big as cotton, so fluffy, and quietly crazy in the sky. The starry sky is vast, and it is simply a cotton field of abundant harvest. There were also shooting stars, which suddenly lit up the night sky, like a knife, and cut a snowy hole in the black cloth. The meteor flew away, that is, a man far, far away who took his last breath. Every meteor is a story, a story of death. However, because death is too far away from oneself, it has nothing to do with grief and becomes an instantaneous landscape. I can't help but talk about the Milky Way. The Milky Way is really a river in the sky, it is accumulated by dense stars, a star is a drop of water, the starlight is vast, sparkling, and it has become a veritable river, quietly flowing with silver light. The Milky Way is the farmer's clock, but it is a big clock that reports no longer the twenty-four hours of the day, but the four seasons of the year. The Milky Way is a pair of huge pointers, and if it is facing north and south, it is the autumn harvest. If the hanging angle is oblique, it must be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is time to eat water chestnut. And once the Milky Way is facing something, winter is coming. Even children understand this. They sang:

North and South of the Milky Way,

Clean up the barn.

Milky Way hanging corner,

Chicken head water chestnut.

Galactic Stuff,

Pack up your cotton clothes.

The Milky Way is in the sky, infinitely distant. Actually, it's not far, it's just above the nose. If you stretch your hand up, again, again, maybe you can touch it. At least it seems. The Milky Way flows quietly in the sky, and people lie quietly on the bridge, and the summer night in Wangjiazhuang is such a basic pattern. In fact, the dog days are not quiet at night, but much more noisy than during the day, why? Because of the frogs in the rice fields. As soon as it got dark, the frogs began to clamor. After all, it is a little far away, surging, but slim, however, there are too many frogs, more than the stars in the sky. They are crowded, they have no heart or lungs, and they will shout desperately. It seems to be lively and lively, but in fact it is still lonely. Their cries converge and have a wide depth, enveloping them from all sides and passing them in all directions. - The dog days of summer night are like this, the stars in the sky are lively, the frogs on the ground are also lively, and the village is quiet, which can be called dry. Everyone's figure is black and rumbling, like a well, and each well has its own bucket, up or down, bottomless.

Most of the old people and women were reluctant to go up the bridge. They prefer to stay in the alley in front of their home, where they are more comfortable. Especially women. As long as they have children, they will stay in the dark alleys, with their backs bare like men. They stripped off their upper bodies, sat barechested, and sat in the dark, holding banana fans in their hands, swatting mosquitoes while fanning, and chewing their tongues in their mouths. Their ** hung on their chests, and they swayed left and right with the fan very secretly. They jokingly claim to be selling eggplants. There are only two of Ben's businesses. No one buys it either, so it sells it every day.

Sanya's mother, Kong Suzhen, is the same, sitting on the patio every night and selling eggplants. Kong Suzhen is a special well, and the water is extraordinarily deep. What's worse is that she has two buckets in this well, the first is her son, Hongqi, who is a lot of years old and still can't get a wife. The second is just a girl, Sanya, who is not young anymore, and she still has no in-laws. These two buckets hang in Kong Suzhen's heart every day, either it goes up or you come down. Alas, it's upset. For Hongqi, Kong Suzhen is basically dead, with few brains, and at this age, he is still fooling around behind Peiquan's ass, not to mention him. I can't count on it. Sanya is different. Sanya is the meat of Kong Suzhen's heart, and all Kong Suzhen's concerns are on her. Sanya's behavior has been a little strange recently, and she never goes to Yangqiao again, and she enters the house and goes to bed every day as soon as it gets dark. Kong Suzhen is the person who came over after all, there are a lot of people, this girl is in trouble, she is in estrus, she must have taken a fancy to someone. This is the moment when Su Zhen is most worried. Su Zhen shook her fan, remembering her youth. Kong Suzhen enjoyed a few days of happiness when she was young, and was born in a responsible and diligent family. The family has a solid foundation, with more than ten acres of paddy fields. Suzhen's parents are the kind of farmers who can endure hardships and be thrifty, and they have never been worried about food and clothing, and they have a surplus every year. How do you know that as soon as they are liberated, the more than ten acres of paddy fields at home will kill their families, and when they cross the class, they will be the landlords. Suzhen is okay, she has a Buddha in her heart, she can think about it, anyway, at this age, she has lived a good life for a few years when she was young, and she will not lose money. The difficulty lies in the children. What did they eat, what did they wear, nothing at all. It's all the sins of my past life. Kong Suzhen has not done any evil, but the good life she has lived is a sin. Others don't have cotton shoes in winter, she does. Others are illiterate, she knows the "Three Character Classic", and has memorized dozens of Tang poems and Song Ci. These are all iniquities. If it is sin, there will be retribution, and I never expected that the retribution will come to my own flesh and bones. This is where Kong Suzhen worries the most. His head was full of blood. Now that the children are older, they have to marry, they have to marry, it is difficult. Speaking of Sanya, there is no need to worry, a girl's family can marry horizontally and vertically, not to mention that Sanya has such an appearance. In fact, the hardest thing is precisely this girl. According to Kong Suzhen's meaning, he originally planned to use Sanya to exchange the red flag for a family, but in Shijiaqiao, it was all said. Sanya didn't agree. She can't look at it. Sanya didn't say anything, a pair of good-looking eyes stared at the well in the patio, and the meaning was there. When Su Zhen saw it, her heart was cold, and her hair straightened. I can't make up my mind. Su Zhen's heart softened and retreated. It doesn't matter if you retreat, the major affairs of the two people have not been settled until now. If you talk about it in detail, it's not partial, what Suzhen really likes is her own girl. The girl is like herself. The red flag is stupid and ugly, and it doesn't make Kong Suzhen sad, Kong Suzhen is sad and sad that she will never be able to get rid of her son's servile appearance, cheap, and no blood at all. It's not like Mom, it's not like Dad, I don't know where I learned it. Sanya, on the other hand, the blood is a little too strong, and the heart is a little too high. It's all up to her to it. At that time, Kong Suzhen was also a master who said the same, and her parents told her that she was a tailor surnamed Liu in Zhongbao Town. Su Zhen didn't live or die, but Wang Dagui, the son of Changgong, who liked Changgong, finally got married. Knowing a woman is like a mother, Su Zhen knows that Sanya, this child is the same as herself, not any kind of male general can be done casually. If you can't see it, you can't open your legs. If it's "then", it doesn't matter, it's up to you to be the mother. But Sanya, can you be strong "now"? What age are you? What are you? Your Sanya's crotch is not fragrant.

Taking advantage of the summer holiday, Sanya asked her mother for a few yuan, pulled a very cheap foreign cloth, a water-red base, and the color of butterfly petals, and sewed a flower gown for herself. Although it is a bargain, it is new in the end, freshly scraped, Sanya's needlework is good, and the upper body is very decent, and it is still satisfactory. Sanya put on a flower gown and walked around the village several times a day, but in fact, it was not a treasure, but her little Jiujiu, who wanted to meet Duanfang. I want to take a look at it. Sanya made a bet for herself when she took the needle and thread, if she went out and met the end when the new gown was up, even if she had hope, she couldn't meet it, it would be bad. Sanya didn't get his wish, and it didn't go well at the beginning. Actually, it can't be hindered. But when a girl's family reaches such an age, it is inevitable that there will be some weird thoughts, and the gods will chatter. Sanya didn't touch the end and was very frustrated. If you talk about it in detail, Sanya didn't like the top end for a long time, that is, at the time of the wheat harvest. Duanfang is diligent, strong, not afraid of hardship at all, and does not put on the stinky shelf of intellectuals, which gave the girls of Wangjiazhuang a different impression. In fact, Sanya didn't move Duanfang's mind. Sanya is very interesting. With her own conditions, Sanya would not dare to be a young man with too good conditions. Where will it be her turn? But sometimes that's how it is, the more you don't dare, the more you'll bump into it. On that day, Sanya was standing on the gangplank, loading wheat into the cement boat. Duan Fang came over with a microphone. Duanfang's body was heavy, his feet were heavy, and he swayed as soon as he stepped down on the springboard, Sanya didn't pay attention, and was almost thrown into the water by the springboard. Duan Fang grabbed Sanya's arm, and then stood firm. Sanya saw Duanfang's smile when he turned around, he smiled so specially, in hindsight, he could only use "clean" to describe it. Duan Fang smiled really cleanly, it has nothing to do with whether it looks good or not, it is clean. Sanya likes it. Duan Fang grabbed Sanya's arm and said, "I'm sorry Sanya." Sanya has been in Wangjiazhuang for so many years, and no one has ever said "I'm sorry" to her. This kind of speech and demeanor is also clean. Sanya likes it. "I'm sorry", just three words, is so moving, it simply has the magic of tear-jerking. Sanya's eyes were hiding everywhere, and she didn't dare to look at Duan Fang anymore. In the end, the ghost sent a god, and a pair of eyes fell on Duanfang's chest. The two large muscles on the square chest bulged there, very symmetrical, square, and tight. Sanya's gaze fell on Duan Fang's chest so shamelessly, lost his mind and was stupid. The jaw also lost its strength. Suddenly, a hole was cut in the heart, and something flowed through. Very dizzy. In the end, it was the girl's family, and Sanya knew that something had happened to her. It's a big deal. As soon as I got home, I cried all night.

After crying, Sanya's consciousness and self-control still prevailed. She is unworthy. Duan Fang has just graduated, and there are endless prospects waiting for others, and he can't use his own ingredients to drag others. No matter what sprouts emerge in my heart, Sanya will pinch it. Sanya has Sanya's method, he works hard every day, as long as he still has a little strength, Sanya consumes it in the wheat field, and then, dragging his body home, so it is much better. And when it's time to work, Sanya is always a little far away from the end. But Sanya is a little unwilling to do this, so let's be by Shen Cuizhen's side. When Shen Cuizhen needed help, Sanya quietly followed and helped. It is equivalent to doing something for Shen Cuizhen. Shen Cuizhen occasionally jokes with others, and Sanya also has to help with two sentences in words, but it is not too much. Can't overdo it. As Sanya, she can't be excessive. Shen Cuizhen didn't know how deep Sanya's mind was, and she liked Sanya. Once a woman reaches Shen Cuizhen's age, there are actually not many girls who are pleasing to the eye. But Sanya is an exception. This girl is sensible, her hands and feet are not lazy, and she is a thoughtful girl. Shen Cuizhen sometimes thinks, how could this child be born in Kong Suzhen's family? However, it's right to think about it, people, just like that, no matter how satisfied you are, there will always be a hand that wants to drag you back and pull you back. Otherwise, everyone is flying in the sky, and it will be worth it.

Looking back, the wheat harvest was a happy time. Now that I'm resting, Sanya is not good. Very bad. I want to cry every day, but I can't. I just can't stop my mind. People are wilted, and there is no landing. However, after tearing off the flower cloth, as soon as I came back from Zhongbao Town, Sanya was fine. With the needle and thread in his hand, Sanya is stable and down-to-earth. Sanya is no longer holding needles and threads for himself, but taking needles and threads for the end. Thinking about it like this, Sanya frightened herself, and said to herself in her heart, you are a person, you are very crazy, very reckless, this is all right and right. - You're pretty cheap! After scolding herself like this, Sanya became happy. A heart is like the wind, not at all boundary, and it is reined. Although he hasn't had a good word with Duan Fang, Sanya's affection for Duan Fang is already very deep. Constant distraction. Plain and unprovoked. It hurts. People have also lost weight. On the contrary, it looks good.

The gown is finally on. Sanya didn't meet Duanfang, and she was busy in vain. Bad omens flocked to Sanya. Sanya's grievances can't be said, can't be said. At night, Sanya didn't give up, and went out for a walk again, this time she ran into Duan Fang, and she heard Duan Fang coming from the other side of the Demon King of the Mixed World. She could hear footsteps. That's different. Sanya was suddenly scared, and she was so nervous that she couldn't breathe. She stood on her feet and said loudly: "It's Duanfang, have you eaten?" Duanfang said politely: "It's Sanya, you've eaten, what about you?" Sanya said: "You've eaten." Duan Fang didn't stop and walked over. Sanya stood where she was and quietly tugged at the hem of her gown. Suddenly I realized that it was already dark, and where there was any flower gown, it was nothing more than a black cloth. Nothing could be seen at the end of the side. Sanya returned home, took off her gown, folded it, put it under the pillow, put down the mosquito net, and lay down. My body was sweating. Sweat all over the body. The heat is hot, but it is actually cold.

Generally speaking, the end is not on the cement bridge. The reason is simple, his two younger brothers, Duanzheng and Wangzi, are on the bridge. The end side doesn't want to mix with them. The age gap is one aspect, but not the most important thing. There is such a difference here: Duan Fang and Duan are brothers of the same father and mother, and Wangzi is the same mother and mother, which is different. From the bottom of his bones, of course, Duan Fang should be a little closer to Duan, while Wang Cunliang and Shen Cuizhen are better to Net. This is also the faction's. It can also be seen from the name that the net, no matter what kind of calamity, will be brought up as soon as the net is collected. From the outside, this home is one home, but secretly it is actually two homes. When there is nothing to do, everything is beautiful, and once something happens, the branches and branches will come out. After all, the net is small, where can I understand this layer, and I can't play it by myself. Two people have to quarrel at every turn, they have to fight, they have to make trouble, sometimes they can make trouble several times in one meal. In fact, it is all unintentional, but as soon as the adult interjects, it is intentional, and there are complex differences. If you don't pay attention to a word, right and wrong are born. Therefore, as a last resort, Duan Fang will protect the net and scold his own brother without a head. And the red powder has to be the other way around, and Qiao looks like a good protector. Everyone knows that this is fake, but people are like this, they can't be too sincere, and if they are too honest, they will be stupid. Once, he moved his hand on the net at the dinner table and hit the rice bowl of the net on the ground. Without waiting for his stepfather to speak, Duan Fang scolded "dog day stuff", and pushed Duanzheng away with a slap, not letting him eat and starving him. Later, the red powder came forward to play a round and sent a bowl of sweet potato rice to Duanzheng. The mother was unhappy, and the next morning she specially found a gap, took care of Duan Fang and said, "My own brother, it doesn't matter how many hits I make." You can't scold the dog. Duan Fang knew that "dog day" was a taboo for his mother, which was equivalent to scolding his own father. No, you can't. Duan Fang was bored for a long time and said, "Got it." This gave Duan Fang a small lesson, it is always good to ask less about the affairs of the two of their little brothers. The more you ask, the more things happen.

However, there are some things that you can't dodge, and it still has to come. Around the end of the evening, Duan Fang was lying at home reading a comic book, and the net came back from outside. As soon as he came back, he was taken aback. Net's whole body was covered with water, and his expression was extremely flustered, abnormal. Netzi stood beside Duan Fang, without saying a word, his chin kept shaking, and his teeth counted the allegro. Duan Fang looked at it for a long time and said, "What's the matter?" Wangzi said, "It's dead." Duan Fang said, "Who is dead?" Wang Zi said: "It's not Zhengzheng, it's a big stick." Duan Fang breathed a sigh of relief. The big stick is known at the end of the square, it is Peiquan's nephew, and the afternoon before yesterday was playing with the mouse trap with the net in the patio, accidentally pinched his hand, and went back crying, a very stocky boy. Duan Fang said, "How did you die?" and Wangzi said, "Drowned." Duan Fang said, "Where is the corpse?" Wangzi said, "I don't know, I didn't come up." Duan Fang said, "Did you call him down the river or did he call you down the river?" Duan Fang said: "Say!" Wangzi still didn't say. Duan Fang stretched out his fingers and said sharply, "Say." The net said, "I called him." Duan Fang stopped talking. Duan Fang sat down, suddenly reached out his hand, pinched the ears of the net, and pulled it up. Duan Fang said: "From now on, you are not allowed to speak to anyone except me. - No one is allowed to say! Do you hear me?" the net tilted his head, hanging, unable to nod, and said, "I hear." Duan Fang put down the ears of the net, and immediately there were two purple fingerprints on the ears of the net. Duan Fang looked at the ears of the net for a few words, and finally said: "Stay at home, go out and I'll break your legs." Do you hear that?" said Wangzi, "I heard it." ”

The corpse of the big stick was caught by fishing nets, and the river was full of people from Wangjiazhuang, even on the branches of the trees and on the walls of the courtyard. Almost all the people in Wangjiazhuang were dispatched. As soon as the big stick was caught, his mother fell down, and she couldn't wake up no matter how she screamed. Pei Quan was holding the big stick, which was soft, and his arms and legs were hanging down. Elm Pimple is the father of the big stick, he took his flesh and bone from Peiquan's hand, shook his son, called his son, and his voice and appearance did not look like a human. At this time, it was already time for the sun to set, and the remnant sun was like blood. The black-pressed crowd shut their mouths together. Pei Quan remembered, suddenly remembered, he asked the children, who did the big stick play with? The answer immediately came out, it was a few of them. Pei Quan walked over to Elm's pimple and whispered something to his uncle. Then he took the body from his uncle's arms and set off. The crowd on the riverside moved, and they followed behind Elm Pimple and Pei Quan, and rushed to the door of Duanfang's house.

Hongfan had just finished work, and he was also crowded in the crowd, and he didn't take a few steps, and he had a premonition. She burst out of the group, made a detour, and rushed home first. The parents are there, the end is there, and the end is also there. There was no popularity at home, Wang Cunliang squatted next to the pigsty and smoked with his head down. The red pink only glanced at the bad premonition and it was confirmed, and she turned around and closed the door. Then, leaning behind the door, he gasped for breath. Duan Fang walked over, without saying a word, pulled the red powder open, and reopened the door to the patio. He put the pole, the whip, the hoe, and the rake in a handy place, and said, "If I don't move, don't move any of you." This is to say that he is storing grain for the king. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a terrifying sound of footsteps around the corner not far away.

The first thing Duan Fang saw was not a crowd of black presses, but a big stick. The big stick was lying in Peiquan's arms, still wet. Arms and legs are shaking. Duan Fang's heart was suddenly grabbed by a hand and picked it up. Duan Fang was stunned for a moment, stepped forward, his face was full of suspicion, and asked puzzledly, "What's the matter?" Pei Quan said loudly: "Where's the net?" Duan Fang said, "At home." "What's the matter?" Pei Quan said, "What's the matter? It's dead! It was the net that shouted to him to go down to the river!" Duan Fang blocked the door and shouted: "Net! Net!!" The net came out, and saw that the gate of the patio had been blocked, and he didn't dare to move. Duan Fang shouted: "Come here!" Wang Zi walked over, Duan Fang slapped his big slap, and slapped Wang Zi in a big mouth in front of everyone, including Wang Cunliang and Shen Cuizhen. The end side shot was extremely heavy, and the net retreated straight to the center of the patio. It's equivalent to calling back. Duan Fang said loudly: "Is it you? Is it that you called people to go down to the river with big sticks?" Duan Fang said, "You are louder!" Wang Zi said loudly, "No!" Duan Fang said, "Who shouted?" Wang Zi said, "No one shouted, they all went down by themselves, you go and ask the big stick." All the people heard the words of the net, and no one dared to testify at such a time, except to ask the big stick. Duan Fang turned his head, looked at Pei Quan, and said, "Pei Quan, did you hear it?" Pei Quan was just sad at first, but at this moment, the anger had rushed up, burning all the way to the top of his head. Pei Quan handed the corpse of the big stick to Elm Pimple's hand, cursed, and raised his foot to rush into the patio. Duan Fang grabbed Pei Quan's wrist and stopped it with all his strength. Hongfan walked up and shouted at Pei Quan in a scream: "What are you doing? Wangzi is my own brother, you are coming at me!" Duan Fang turned his head sideways, blocked Hongfan, and scolded: "It's none of your business, go away!" Duan Fang turned back to Pei Quan and said, "No one can run away, Pei Quan, let's talk here." ”

Elm Pimple glanced at the net, and then at the big stick, the net was alive, and his son was nothing, and he became more and more sad and desperate, and suddenly slammed his head over, and shouted in his mouth: "Dog's net! You come to die!" Duan Fang squeezed up a step and closed the door with his foot, but one leg was stuck in the elm pimple. Duan Fang said: "Uncle, who do you say is not sad at this moment? The elm pimple said: "It was the net that called them down the river!" Duan Fang said: "Uncle, human life is at stake, this sentence can't be said nonsense." Has anyone seen it?" the elm pimple was stopped by Duan Fang, and he couldn't speak, and the light would tremble. Pei Quan knew that he couldn't fight him, so he broke away from Duan Fang's hand, was furious, and punched Duan Fang in the face. Duan Fang shook for a moment, closed one eye, but the other eye was extremely round, and the two pieces of blood in his nostrils rushed down hotly. Duan Fang did not fight back. At such a time, Duan Fang will not fight back, and with so many people in front of him, he has to let people see something. People are like this, first of all, they have something to see, and after reading it, they become the final judges. And this referee has always been towards the losing side. These are the referees that the end side needs most now. There is also Peiquan's fight. The worse he was beaten, the more the referee would turn his favor on him. This is an opportunity for the united front, which cannot be lost. Pei Quan glanced at Duan Fang, and then punched and kicked again. There was a shout from the crowd, and there was a commotion, and they roared outward, making way for a clearing. This vacant land was given to Duan Fang and Peiquan, and let them fight here. Of course, the main road, the national music and the red flag stand on the innermost floor, and they first have to block all the idlers outside, and if the end suffers, they will not move. On the other hand, if Pei Quan can't parry, they have to go up, one hugs Duanfang's waist, one grabs Duanfang's left hand, and the other grabs Duanfang's right hand, and says "Don't fight, don't fight", Duanfang doesn't want to move anymore. At this time, the door of the patio opened again, and the red powder rushed behind Duanfang, unable to speak, tiptoeing, and kept rolling up his sleeves. Duan Fang turned around and kicked the red powder, his eyes narrowed, and for the first time, he seriously bluffed the red powder. Duan Fang scolded loudly: "Get out of the way! The man speaks, it's none of your business!" Duan Fang turned around and said to Pei Quan: "Pei Quan, I know I can't beat you." You hit. Duan Fang took off his shirt, and Pei Quan was punched and kicked again. Just for a moment, his face and chest were red and bloody, and his face was also deformed. Pei Quan looked at Duan Fang's blood-red body, he couldn't do it, it was not good to fight again, the key was that he didn't dare. Pei Quan said to the elm pimple, "Uncle, put the big stick in their hall." This is the most powerful move, it is this that Duan Fang is afraid of, Pei Quan still said this sentence in the end. One thing is clear, according to the rules of the countrymen, once the body is placed in the hall, nothing can be said clearly. Elm Pimple hugged the corpse of the big stick and squeezed straight to the door, bent on sending the body of the big stick inside. But after all, being too sad has long been beyond my strength. Duan Fang stretched out his two arms and propped himself up in the doorway. The elm pimple squeezed and couldn't move, just stuck to Duanfang's body. At this time, a howl came from the periphery of the crowd, and the mother of the big stick came. The dense crowd very consciously moved out of the way. The mother of the big stick pounced directly in front of Duan Fang, and Duan Fang shouted "Auntie", and the mother of the big stick had already wiped her tears and snot on Duan Fang's body, and slapped it crackling on Duan Fang's body, but it made a hand of blood, and there was blood everywhere. The mother of the big stick couldn't say a word, just jumped, jumping on the ground, shouting to the sky and grabbing the ground. Duan Fang propped up the door, looked at the mother with the big stick, didn't dare to look at her eyes, her heart was like a knife, her eyes were hot, tears came down, and she kept shouting "Auntie" in her mouth, but she couldn't say anything. The mother of the big stick only jumped a few times, then fell down again, lying on the ground, her mouth open and open, only in, not out. Duan Fang wanted to help her, but he propped his hands on the door and didn't dare to let go. The arrival of the big stick mother pushed the situation to the top, in a sense, it was brought under control, and the situation was confined to a sad situation. The crowd fell silent. At this point, people realized that the hottest fight had come to an end. The people sighed and wept together, remembering the way the big stick was bouncing around.

It was slowly getting dark, and the two sides were deadlocked at the door of Duanfang's house, and no one had any intention of retreating. It was getting darker and darker, and the sky was full of stars. The crowd slowly dispersed, and the scene of crowd anger faded away. Wang Cunliang and Shen Cuizhen have never dared to come forward, they are informed, sad and guilty. Thanks to the end of the door to hold on, otherwise, if the corpse entered the door, what would they do? It was already dark, and Wang Cunliang and Shen Cuizhen wanted to come forward several times, but they were kicked back with their heels by Duanfang. Duan Fang beat all the people in the family today, and he didn't recognize his six relatives. Shen Cuizhen was in pain, but she had a count in her heart. At the end is a wall of their house, and as long as there is this wall blocking the door, nothing can enter. But when I thought about it, I thought of the big stick, and when I thought of the mother of the big stick, I became more and more sad, and I used all my strength to howl in the patio. Shen Cuizhen still had to come forward, but Duan Fang didn't let it, no matter how his mother beat or pinched his back, Duan Fang didn't let go. Shen Cuizhen was anxious and said, "Duan Fang, if you don't let go of your mother, you will be killed!" Duan Fang took a closer look at the door, and all of them were sitting on the ground, presumably they had no strength. Duan Fang let go, Shen Cuizhen took the quilt, found the big stick lying on the ground, and wrapped the big stick while crying. This time, the mother of the big stick was picked up again, and the cry of the two women spread to every corner of Wangjiazhuang. The big stick mother grabbed Shen Cuizhen's hair, and finally lost her strength and slid down. Duan Fang shouted red powder and whispered to her to take out all the eggs at home and put them in the basket. Duan Fang carried the basket and walked down. He put the basket at Peiquan's feet, picked up the big stick from the ground, and said to the elm pimple, "Uncle, let the big stick go home first." ”

The big stick lay in his own hall, with his head facing the door, flat on the door panel, and two permanent lamps next to his head. Duan Fang stood beside the big stick, and the light of the ever-bright lamp illuminated Duan Fang's face from the bottom up. Duanfang's face was not lightly beaten by Pei Quan, all of them were swollen, and his eye sockets were bulging high, neither like Duanfang, nor like others, almost not like people. And the blood on his body had long since clumped, soaked in sweat, and stuck to his chest in small pieces. It's scary to watch. The room was crowded with idlers. It was very hot and stuffy, and it was very frustrating. And the door was also blocked, and the room was not ventilated, so it was really breathless. Duan Fang looked at the big stick on the door panel, which was already tightly wrapped in a quilt, and only one face was exposed. The big stick usually doesn't look tall, but now that he's lying down, he's almost an adult. But the kid was gone. Duan Fang looked at the face of the big stick, and suddenly felt sad and wanted to slap himself. Duan Fang said in his heart: "Big stick, brother is not a thing, brother can't stand you!" Sanya handed Duan Fang a towel, and Duan Fang took it and wiped his upper body. Sanya handed over another gown, which seemed to be brought by Sanya specially for him to go home. Duan Fang's mind was not here, and he didn't even look at her.

The night was already very deep, and all the idlers were gone, and the elm pimple, the big stick mother, the big stick brother, the sister, the Pei Quan, Duan Fang, and Duan Fang's parents, sat around the hall, and in the middle lay a big stick that was nothing. Except for the mother of the big stick, she cried without a ride, and there was no movement. The mother who wanted to come with a big stick couldn't stop crying. No one spoke. The ever-bright lamp was on, and all eyes looked at the ever-bright lamp, turning a blind eye, scattering the light, melancholy and wooden. Just sit like this, don't eat, don't drink, sweat. Duan Fang thought, it seems that there will be no more major movements, and when people are tired to a certain point, they will be very quiet, and there will be no more actions.

It's dawn. With the dawn, Pei Quan suddenly came to his senses. He made a request, he must come over with a net and kowtow to the big stick, or he will not be buried. Duan Fang actually had no strength, and his mind was blank. Ke Peiquan had just spoken, and Duanfang's brain was agitated and sobered up. Duan Fang said, "No." "Duanfang said it without ambiguity, no. Unless someone comes forward to testify, it is the net that shouts the big stick down the river. The stalemate appeared again, Pei Quan insisted, and the end side did not let in. Duan Fang will not let it, even if Pei Quan uses his kitchen knife to slash at his head, Duan Fang will not let it. If this step is abandoned, all the efforts will be in vain. The point is, it is equivalent to admitting it. This leaves a legacy in the future. The end side cannot.

The dog days were so hot that by the afternoon, the smell of the big sticks was already wafting from the body. The smell is getting heavier and heavier, and it's really worrying. Duanfang bit his lower lip and bit it so tightly that he didn't have any intention of letting go. Duan Fang is waiting, he is waiting for the referee. The referee will definitely appear, there is no need to worry about this, there is a bottom. In the blink of an eye, it was evening again, and the referee finally appeared, and it was four or five respected old men. They came to the patio of the big stick's house, and in turn persuaded the big stick's father and the big stick's mother. It's too hot to put it off any longer. Pity the poor boy, it can't be delayed any longer. Big stick mom is listening. I don't know if I understood. But she turned her face sideways and listened. The mother of the big stick took a long breath and let out a howl with the last of her strength. This sound is extremely bleak, and it is really heartbreaking. All the people cried, and the old man, who was highly respected, cried. Duan Fang was in tears, and he knew, the matter was over. It's completely over. He called his mother and told her to go back, and asked her to go back and carry the wood, and he wanted to give a coffin with a big stick. When the mother was about to reach the door, she stopped her and asked her to catch two more old hens from the hen's coop. The mother complied. As soon as the wood and the two reed chickens entered the door of the big stick's house, the big stick's mother was soft. Duan Fang called the carpenter. Another remnant of the sun is like blood. The sound of the axe suddenly sounded in the sky above Wangjiazhuang, and the sound of the axe was loud and dull, and it was frenzied.

Before dinner, Duan Fang returned from the mass grave, and it was already dark. The patio had just been swept and sprinkled with water, and it was neat and refreshing after the chaos. Tables and stools are placed in the middle of the patio, which is the scene before dinner. The king sat there in distraction. Duan Fang walked into the kitchen, and the mother was next to the stove, scooping porridge into the cow head basin, looking at her son's face in a daze. Duan Fang didn't say anything, picked up the gourd scoop, scooped a scoop of water in the water tank, and poured it into his throat in one go. After drinking the water, Duan Fang returned to the patio, almost collapsed, and could no longer struggle for a little strength. Instead of going to the table, Duan Fang leaned against the kitchen wall, slid down, and sat in the corner. Wang Cunliang walked to Duanfang's side, squatted down, didn't know what to say, but took out a cigarette. It's not a smoke pot, it's a paper cigarette, a harvest brand. Nine cents a box. He opened the seal of the cigarette box, took out one, put it in his mouth, took another one, and put it on the ground, between the two feet at the end. Duanfang looked at the paper cigarette on the ground, paused for a moment, took the fire from his stepfather's hand, lit it for his stepfather, and lit it himself. This was the first cigarette in Duanfang's life. Sucked too hard and choked. Both father and son lit cigarettes, and without saying anything, they just smoked in the corner.

Nets had been hiding in the house, pricking up their ears and listening to the movement in the patio. After listening for a long time, I was at ease, and I walked out of the hall with courage. Wang Cunliang looked at his own son, and suddenly shouted: "Kneel!" Netzi did not kneel down by himself, but was frightened by his father's roar. Netzi knelt in the patio, staring at his mother helplessly. The mother was standing in the kitchen door frame, looking wooden and not daring to move. Wang Cunliang stared at the net, the more he looked at it, the more sad he felt for the big stick, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he became for his son, and suddenly stood up and wanted to do it. Wang Cunliang has never touched this little son in the face. Reluctant. Today he's going to get his hands dirty. Today he is going to give him a little family law. The net trembled. The mother trembled, too. Duan Fang looked at the cigarette in his hand, spoke, and said, "Dad, don't hit him." Wang Cunliang stopped, glanced back at Duan Fang, and Duan Fang's eyes were so swollen that only the last slit remained. Duan Fang said, "Don't hit him. His voice was soft, but for the first time in this home, he had the control to stop the situation. Duan Fang said to Wangzi, "Get up." Wangzi looked at his father, and then at his eldest brother, and didn't know who to listen to, so he didn't dare to move. Wang Cunliang's eyes widened, and he said in a loud voice: "Little brute! Brother told you to get up, but you can't get up!" The net got up, and a person quietly walked into the kitchen and stood behind his mother. The mother brought the bull head basin to the patio, and glanced at the father and son in the corner. Shen Cuizhen noticed that there was a cigarette between the end of the square, but she didn't smoke it, her head was pillowed on the wall, her mouth was wide open, and she was already asleep. Wang Cunliang took off the half-cut cigarette in Duanfang's hand, pinched it off on the ground, sighed, and whispered: "The dragon gives birth to the dragon, and the phoenix gives birth to the phoenix." Shen Cuizhen heard it and understood what he meant. When my heart is hot, I want to cry. His hand shook for a while, and he was burned by the porridge. Shen Cuizhen put down the bull head basin, put the thumb in her mouth, and said, "It's time for dinner." Wang Cunliang bowed his waist, patted Duanfang's knee, and said, "It's time for dinner." Eat and sleep. ”